'Of Demons and Blue Moons': With Interior Illustrations

An ex- marine, a beautiful ghost and Fae, a demon slaying Faerie and warrior princess, in a world where gold is the best armour and knights ride dragons.

Scott Bennett, an invalided Royal Marine, Clover; the beautiful ghost of a female Ninja and Cerberus, the hellhound, are Fae's sidekicks and guardians.

The Devil wants and desires her but he also needs her for an awful purpose, her full transformation from Faerie to Succubus, to bring about Hölle auf Erden. Hell on Earth, the end of days, is coming and the only way to stop it is for Scott, Clover and Cerberus, to keep Fae alive while she hunts down six demons and her mother, Lilith.

Fae reached for the clasp to unfasten the chain at her hip, hearing the cries of expectant joy emitting from within each diamond, ruby, emerald and sapphire.
Unclasped, it slid from her taut belly to become the katana, the blade glowing amber in the light of the flames.
Already familiar with her body, the souls of the warriors now freed from the gems enhanced her supernaturally superior senses and studied the intruder, sharing their wealth of experience with her.
“It . is . not . focused . upon . you,” whispered Sailor. “Stay . in . the . lee . of . its . prey . where . you . are . invisible.”
The others murmured agreement.
She brought the sword up overhead in a two handed grip.
“Scott… kindly dive right!”
“Kesa Giri!” the voices spoke to her in a mixture of bloodlust and glee, and Fae followed their direction, bringing the blade down at a 45 degree cut to the left.
Scott had no idea as to why she suddenly had a sword in her hands but he flung himself to the right, hearing the blade whistle past his ear in the opposite direction.
It was a perfect strike, beheading the would-be assassin as it darted from the shadows in the corner of the room, lunging at the place where Scott’s left thigh had been just a heartbeat before.
Twice the size of a normal king cobra’s, the head flew across the room to impact the rosewood casing of the grandfather clock with a sound akin to a door being slammed.
Scott hit the floor and rolled, coming up into a fighter’s crouch with Fae’s back to him, poised, motionless but like a coiled spring with the katana at the position of Gedan, the tip in the low ready position.
He doubted that the Iaido, Kenjutsu or Kendo masters had ever envisaged stiletto heels as a warrior’s footwear, but they arched her calves nicely, hollowed her back and thrust back a firm right buttock at him, the one that bore the curious birthmark similar to a hound’s paw marks.
The eyes in the severed head glared redly at her, the orbs shining unnaturally. Its ten foot long body jerked spasmodically like a freshly landed fish, spurting jets of green blood that turned to smoke before travelling more than a foot, and Scott felt a cold finger of terror as he realised the snake was still very much alive and the body was in fact closing in on its severed head.
Seemingly satisfied that the only attacker had been dealt with she speared the flapping body with the katana’s tip, halting its awkward perambulation. Fae raised it, her skin glowing, and gripped the snake’s body with her right hand. The body behaved as if the head was still attached and indeed the jaws opened to issue an angry hiss. The body wrapped itself about her right arm and torso, the muscles rippling and constricting as they attempted to crush the breath from her.
Scott’s jaw was in danger of dropping open as he watched a naked girl, with a sword, shine brightly as she drank the creatures blood. A spasm shook her body, as if a climax had taken her, and the lights in the snake’s eyes went out.
The glow of her skin faded and she allowed the, now dead, serpent’s body, to fall with a thump.
“Scott, it is an Anguis, a serpent demon, but it did not come for me, it came for you.” Fae did not tell him that by her slaying it the creature’s kin would now come for her.
He looked confused.
“They know about you, in Hell."